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bunny love

I didn't know. Didn't know I could fall so quickly in love with a critter. Cassie and Kismet have my enduring, unconditional love. I mourned my three year old betta when he bit it. And I was fond of the rats when we had them. But this little guy has won my heart.

Meet Bugsy. He's a three year old mini lop from a friend of a friend. I adopted him as a classroom pet but fell for him myself. Good thing we get weekends.

He's a good little bunny. He spends most of the day in our side yard, hopping underneath the grapefruit tree and nibbling whatever catches his fancy out of the compost heap. When he's happy he's gives a cute little sideways hop with a kick of his heels. When you bring him a treat and he's excited for it he rapidly paw-paws your hand. His soft fur covers a delicate little skeleton. He goes all boneless when petted, he relaxes so deeply.

At the preschool he hops around the classroom, weaving in and out of the children's legs and jumping over their train tracks and block building. He spends much of his time on our little playground. I discovered the depth of my feelings for him, when, on Thursday, one of my coworkers poked her head in our classroom and said, quietly, "Take your children to the window. There's a beautiful hawk perched on the fence out there."

"He's after my bunny!" I dashed from the classroom quick as a wink and chased that raptor away from my rabbit, who sat in the sand chewing on a weed, oblivious to his impending doom.

I don't know what he's done to earn his place in my heart; I just know he has.


Momma_Dee said…
He is a sweetie.
auntie m said…
I can see his soul in the pictures. I am a sucker for any little furry mammal.

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